He nodded. "Yes."
I hadn't walked far when I heard the security guards chatting and laughing.
The girls' dormitory at No. 3 Middle School is located off-campus, separated from the school only by a gravel road.
Those who frequently walk this way are the ones who don't wear their school uniforms on Mondays.
Today, however, it was rather quiet, with only a few female students coming out of the dormitories.
"You're coming this way again?" the security guard asked with a smile.
He seems to frequent this area, so much so that even the security guards recognize him.
Chen Wenzhi hummed in agreement.
Ying Qian's heart was pounding. The security guard looked fierce, and she was terrified of being stopped.
"Hey, aren't you wearing your school uniform today?" the security guard suddenly asked.
Soon the security guard noticed the girl next to Chen Wenzhi, who was not short and dressed casually. He understood what was going on, raised his head and pointed into the school, indicating that he could pass.
The two were walking towards the senior high school building.
There were very few people on the road. The boarding students had gone to the cafeteria for breakfast early. Now, the only ones present were either first-year boarding students or second-year students who had been kept by the cleaning staff to do chores.
"You didn't tell me which class you were in." Chen Wenzhi stared straight ahead.
Ying Qian chuckled sheepishly, "I think I'm in Class 3."
She thought for a moment and then said, "No one told me. I only remember that I used my identity from Class 3, Grade 11 of No. 3 Middle School when I took the exam."
She kept talking, muttering a whole bunch of things.
Upon hearing this, Chen Wenzhi paused for a moment, then his expression turned gloomy as he stared silently at the road ahead.
"What's wrong?"
"I've really had the worst luck..." He looked calm, a cryptic smile playing on his lips, his tone tinged with self-deprecation.
"How did you get so unlucky?" Ying Qian's smile was replaced by doubt; she seemed to have already guessed the answer. "You wouldn't happen to be in Class 3, would you?!"
The boy's deep, dark phoenix eyes brightened slightly. He wasn't sure whether he was happy or sad, but he resignedly admitted, "I really am in Class 3."
"You're not kidding, are you?"
"without."
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